There was a time when cities existed, long ago when you were a part of a corporeal
world where other souls could only converge approximately, in space and time.
Their surfaces could gather together blindly... separate, look inward, build outward.
London had always been your favorite because it occured in layers, the oldest
poking out amidst the new, being recycled as something else, history for thousands
of years piling up around itself, inventing itself from itself... Maybe:
Eat the Plum